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(Hook) Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh Glass up in the air (glass up in the air), oh oh Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh (Verse) Picture me in a Benz, witness me ball again Making a leg band, she beggin me put it in Get a cup, fill it up, look at me, fresh as fuck Keep a 45 tucked, nigga tryina plot on us Bottles pouring, diamonds blowing, champagne overflowing In the club toasting, we leaving with gang trophy 32 inch chrome gold, keep the rims frozen Private yo doors open, I'm like a Jamaican smoker (Hook) Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh Glass up in the air (glass up in the air), oh oh Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh (Verse) Baby get that ass up, make em blow that cash up If you balling my nigga then get your fuckin glass up Alligator crop, top shut down the parking lot SongtexteValet in the front, tonight, the whole city hot Playing with gang chips, championship whips Throbbing on hips, with model bitches with gold lips Step into the club with my niggas where the freeze at She can't be scared, she bounce, baby throw it back Take a look at me, look at the MVP Flash you on the beat, she wanna leave with me Tolt me up, get your glass up, another cup Roll it up, in the VIP, they know it's us (Hook) Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh Glass up in the air (glass up in the air), oh oh Put your glass up in the air (glass up in the air) oh oh Aus Songtexte Mania